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Time to draw the curtain Moment to draw or paint Instant to turn a cold shoulder and a deaf ear Second to down the world and make new friends Second to stand the flame Instant to stand or strafe Moment to turn a cold shoulder on a deaf ear Time to strategically displace the blame Us we They them She her He him Would you like to take the fall? Would you like to bear the blame? Or maybe we'd all grow up before for you, it's too late Someone's fit to foot the bill Of a centurys' worth of blood we spilt We'll let you in to let us off You will allow yourself to get caught From Letras Mania